Flake on Till, and backstage parties.
“I think that I’ve done enough exercise and head back to the dressing room. I would love to just sit on the sofa and rest but the room is suddenly full of people. Till somehow managed to get ready first. He generously distributes sparkling wine and vodka. Excited, screaming women who take out their cigarettes and unashamedly begin to smoke are sitting on the couch.
Hello! Let’s fuck! I call as a greeting and to lighten the mood even more. No one takes any notice of me. They probably think of me as a lowly assistant who can barely speak German. They are also right on the money. Of course the guests have nothing against me. They just only have eyes for Till. I’m looking for my glitter jacket. Earlier it was on my chair, but there’s someone sitting there now, and he’s thrown it behind the cabinet. I go to fetch it back. While I meander through the people, they can barely hear me because Till has turned the music up full blast. Then he starts to dance. The door opens because the crew want to see our guests.
I have almost reached my jacket as a huge man who looks like a bouncer accidentally steps back into me, as he tells a very funny story in broken English. Till laughs loudly and keeps pouring vodka
… I return to the dressing room. It’s a real party atmosphere now. The women are laughing and squealing. In the short time that remains before the concert, They are trying to succeed in drinking as much champagne and brandy as they can. Till suggests to them that they can fill their water bottles with vodka as they can take those to the concert.
..Once more in the dressing room everyone wants to take a photo or many photos with Till now. ‘I’m given a phone by a girl, “so that everyone can be in the picture.”. You should have a selfie stick!” I can’t even trust myself with a regular phone.
..The guests are gone leaving their jackets. Then we are alone, Till, looking anxious now, takes a few sips of champagne, and peace reigns.
Flake in his book Heute Hat Die Welt Geburstag.
